"There's barely enough time to love in a lifetime, please don't give it all away to pain," his words were gentle, yet slightly pleading as his hand trailed down my cheek.
"But what if the pain has already consumed me?"
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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬
NOVA
I woke up in a dim lit room, with my head pounding and a slight irritating ringing in my left ear that must have been caused by my head injury. Struggling to open my eyes with the light above me being too intense for my head, I blinked a few times until the space around me became recognisable. I was in the dressing room lying on the velvet couch.
Slowly turning my head to the side, I tried to locate the person grumbling next to me, until I landed on Jimin. His face was a state and covered in a hell of a lot of dried blood.
"Why didn't you stop him huh?" An almighty hiss suddenly travelled through the room. "Taehyung had to dive forward and take some hits, you're much stronger than him! You could have just pulled that idiot off and that would have been that!"
"You saw him all over her," I recognised Jungkook's growl instantly, "the way he was touching her-"
"I don't give a shit! What's so special about this girl that it's got the two of you acting like little bitches? We are a family; we protect each other over anyone!" It was Namjoon with him, I was sure of it.
"Well it doesn't matter anymore, does it? I'm no second choice. If she thinks she can fuck around with the both of us, she's got another thing coming." I never thought Jungkook could be so cold.
"Just come to some kind of agreement please, before I have to step in!" Namjoon sighed, closing the door behind him.
It wasn't like that; I wish I could of have told him how much I liked him. The way he dragged me away from that toxic situation and took me to his studio to calm down - It was the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I didn't mean to hurt him, but he didn't call or text. I had no idea what I meant to him.
After a few huffs and puffs from Jungkook, I heard the door close again, leaving me alone again with Jimin. Taking a deep breath before sitting up, I let my eyes adjust to the spinning room and to where Jimin was quietly breathing across from me. He looked so sad after I told him I couldn't leave with him.
I tried to ignore the thumping in my head and as I shuffled over to him, taking his face in my hands lightly.
"Are you okay?" I asked in a whisper, ignoring the droplets of blood trickling onto my hand. All I received back was a series of uncomfortable moans.
It was sort of painful seeing him that way when he was usually so well put together with his pristine suits and immaculately styled hair. The empath in me made me hobble over to the sink, grabbing a towel as I went, and soaked it in some water.
Kneeling down next to him, I carefully dabbed at his face.
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault," I began, "Hyunjin was just protecting me, he didn't mean to go this far." Although he was knocked out, I felt the urge to apologise. "He only attacked you because I was upset after our encounter the other day..." I felt slightly embarrassed by the revelation.
